“Monday, Monday, So Good To Me
Back in school! Sonoma Regional Junior College is taking a run at OAP (Older Adult Program) curriculum. The library up the road and around the corner from me is providing classroom space for Information Literacy in the Twenty-First Century. Now I have to read something other than who-done-its.
It is not a course about using computers and modern media applications i.e Facebook, and Instagram. It is a “discussion about the notion of truth specifically in the postmodern society.” It’s an attempt to provide we senior citizens with the tools of basic reasoning so we can sift the real news from the fake news.
When I went to school, I was so smart my teacher was in my class five years. (Gracie Allen)
One of THOSE DAYS when it’s all piddle, piddle, piddle. The bed stays rumpled with the sheets knotted around two sleeping cats. Pick something up and put it down again. Start something and wander off leaving it undone. Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? Just like James Morrison’s mother, I was last seen wondering vaguely, quite on [my] own accord.
I was going to do something today, but I didn’t finish doing nothing from yesterday. (Anonymous)
The high point of today was a carpet buying trip to Kohl’s. Well, not really a carpet, but a carpet runner. It will save the living room carpet from the wear and tear of leaving the kitchen and crossing the living room to the front door.
Kohl’s was having a sale, and six-foot runners were reduced by 50% percent: too good a bargain to pass up. It’s not only pretty, but it’s also machine washable: you know how it goes with cats and hairballs.
What if everything is an illusion, and nothing exists? In that case I definitely paid too much for the carpet. (Woody Allen)
The vineyards that fill Sonoma Valley are stirring into life. The rows between the vines are filled with mustard that has grown waist high. Somebody, somewhere (probably one of the professors of viticulture at the University of California, Davis) has determined that growing mustard in the vineyards after harvest is a good thing.
Last year, small tractors trundled between the vines mowing down the mustard. This year it is sheep. Thursday, I watched a flock of sheep, at least 400 strong flow into the Baringer vineyard across the road. The next morning the sheep had vanished, and about forty acres had been “mowed” as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
You can’t have five wolves and one sheep voting on what to have for dinner. – (Larry Flynt)
Hallelujah It’s Friday
Shopped for groceries. It’s fun wandering through the aisles looking at all the stuff on the shelves. There are all the old stand-byes, and then the new stuff reflecting the newest diet craze. It’s getting hard to find milk among all the nut milk on the shelf: coconut, almond, cashew, and soy. Then there are all the strange flours for the gluten intolerant. The latest products all support varieties of the keto diet: ghee, avocados, grass-fed beef burgers, and organic eggs. By the way, I read the ingredients on a bag of cat-food that has been created for the overweight cat. It was about fifty percent cellulose which is a nice sounding name for pulverized wood chips. Go figure: you pay a premium price for old ground up wood.
“The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one.” (Erma Brombeck)